Xanthe felt slightly taken aback by the tone of his voice.
He needed her? That was beyond strange... and suspicious to the core.
Lorenzo never needed anyone and even though he did, he would rather die than plead in the manner that he had.
She knew that all too well, yet she couldn't stop her resolve from shattering to smithereens. Her voice softened as she spoke. "What happened?"
"Just get over here," Lorenzo replied barely above a whisper, and ended the call.
Xanthe stared at the screen and then at her barely touched lunch before sighing in defeat.
THIS BETTER BE IMPORTANT, LORENZO.
Five minutes later, she was hurried down the crosswalk between S.Tech and S.Construction among other pedestrians.
Cold wind whipped through her hair as traffic rushed past on both sides, only slowing when she hit their lane.
